A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Adventures/Drive/Excited/Tingle/Horny/Unaware

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With her fingers modestly cupping her crotch, Sally stared out the window half listening to her dad's small talk. Wanting to relax for a bit, she tried to put herself a million miles away, to let her consciousness wander. That would get her mind off it, that tingly feeling. Dad's chatter helped in its own way, idle noise that was as distracting as it was forgettable.

It took some effort, followed by a focused absence of effort, but Sally gradually disconnected from herself and her surroundings, unconcerned with much of anything. And so she sat contentedly staring with a blank expression at the scenery as it whipped past, listening to her father drone on about nothing, as her mind emptied and she became separated from her thoughts.

The zen-like state that she entered distanced herself from, well... herself! She saw the world pass in a blur, unconcerned with what was out there. She could hear her father speak but she couldn't discern any meaning from his words. The tingle that was still there didn't mean much to her anymore. She still felt the odd bump from the road, but learned to ignore that as well. After a while she couldn't even tell how each bump was working her cupped fingers loose, little by little.

The one thing that Sally knew was, after ignoring everything that was going on, she was feeling... good.

In the back of her mind she still knew she was out in the world totally naked, with a very real chance of getting caught. But she was pushing those thoughts and worries far away. What was left over were her emotions; the anxiety, thrill, embarrassment, excitement, all wrapped up in a confusing cocktail of feelings that, for some unknown reason, kinda made her feel "good".

With her mind empty, Sally explored that good feeling. She sought it in fact, wondering how she could get more of it while separating herself from any notion of want or desire.

Drawing a deep breath, Sally slumped toward the window slightly as she allowed herself to fully relax. It was good to feel good. She felt safe too. Her dad always made her feel safe. She was so lucky to have him.

Sally stretched her legs a little, her loosened fingers unconsciously fiddling with her sex, her body automatically responding to the itch that her brain was successfully ignoring.

She liked thinking about nothing sometimes. It felt warm and peaceful to just "be", to disconnect. Her eyelids drooped a little. It's not like she needed to look at anything.

"-once in a blue moon, isn't that right, pumpkin?"

"Mhmm..." she replied, letting out another breath. One fleeting thought did occur to her, that she was so glad she wasn't wearing any clothes, or else the sun wouldn't be able to kiss her body through the window. It was so nice having her skin so warmly kissed like that, to feel that heat.

Sally slowly dragged her knees apart, welcoming the warmth she felt all over. That pervasive tingle of hers felt stronger now, but she thought she was dealing with it quite well. She even smiled to herself, her focus still on a blurry landscape, amused by distant thoughts and sensations that didn't affect her.

Ryan meanwhile had been keeping half an eye on his daughter as she drew into herself and was amused to see her coyly, almost surreptitiously, rubbing herself while staring out the window. If she wanted to pretend she wasn't interested in masturbation that was fine by him, so he continued chatting away like nothing was any different.

Meanwhile Sally remained utterly aloof, aware of nothing but the rising sense of pleasure and warmth within her. Her digits absently danced over her pussy, fingertips rubbing up and down her vulva of their own accord, her smooth lips merely a fleshy fidget toy. The horny little girl wasn't the slightest bit aware of what she was doing to herself. She wasn't consciously controlling anything anymore, just trying to explore sensations. Her body was responding appropriately given how she was feeling, and she was starting to feel reeeeeally good.

As she became hotter and hornier, Sally slumped a little further, and rested her head on the door just below the glass of her window, almost closing her eyes. Her left arm wrapped around her body, hugging herself, while her right hand remained planted between her legs. She could see herself in the side mirror, just her face and her hair, but she only gave herself a passing glance. She thought she looked peaceful, though her cheeks were a little rosy.

Sitting weird and crooked, Sally's body tried to straighten out. She pushed her left knee out over the center console so she wasn't bent so sideways then let out another sigh. Her fingers had more room now which helped her endorphins flow more freely. She was still just pawing at her sex, but her digits could now dip between her lips so easily that they did so without even trying.

A minute later Ryan looked over at his little girl and gave his head a shake. It was quite a sight to see his grade school daughter stretching out her young nude figure in his cab, slowly plucking at her pussy with her eyes closed, her worked up little slit seemingly pointed in his direction, her leg nearly in his lap.

If he ever needed a cold shower it was now. He tried to center himself. This whole trip had been for her benefit after all. And yet... really? Just her benefit? It wasn't exactly selfless of him to help his daughter explore this innocent kink of hers. At the very least it was more of a daddy-daughter date than a parental-uber to soccer practice. Though it had to be a rare breed of father who would let their daughter go naked on such a date, let alone encourage her to touch herself.

So how innocent was this trip of theirs exactly? It didn't seem as innocent as when they started, and neither did Sally, all stretched out like that with her legs splayed open. And that notion made him contemplate whether he could, perhaps... help her out a little.